Carefree, you walk into my reluctant orchard in a crowded room
listening to facades of my silence drunk on vigilant observations;
Oh stranger! You converse through stolen glances and smiles
reading infinite versions of converging fears from folded pages,
tracing footprints from previous incarnations you see through,
my locked doors in dust of charades shiver and melt for you;
Ah! your key, a game lost to dandelions dancing on octaves of love.
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